Looking without questions

We can see deep into the heart of a star, so we
watch for its beat — flashes ready to trigger —
excited by the possibility of eclipsing nature, of
breaking her down to round flares of white light; And
after all that energy is pictured, spent, wasted, lost
Not a drop will be mined, or combined to save or feed
the needful huddled on a patch of land surrounded by sea
water that would toss them to and fro as endlessly as tides
displaying energy to evolve, advance, and withdraw into self.